The colour red...

is the colour of energy, passion and action

This colour has many different shades and it's so pretty, sexy and  feminine, but did you know how is related to psychology?

1. It provokes the desire, as Shekespeare once said, desire in all its forms, even the negatives ones. Passionate love, sex and passionate hate or revenge are the most striking examples.
2. It motivates and inspire us to take action.

Why?

• Because it increases the levels of adrenaline, our blood pressure and heart rate.
• It's an attention getter colour. It's the universal colour for danger. It's also an aggressive colour.

So..., the only sure thing about red is 

that if you want to relax,

 don't chose it at all.

Another year is over. And a new one just begun.

No it's not New Year's Eve. It's my birthday. WowwWowWODdwdwnafa

and the sun came up to celebrate with me.

and the years go by so fast.

Happy birthday to me. This year, I hope to find inner and real happiness, because that's all that only matters! :)

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παιδικά χρόνια ξεχασμένα, σαν την μπαλαρίνα μέσα στο μουσικό κουτί που χρόνια έχει να χορέψει. <3

Girl, you'll be a woman soon...

 These are some old photos. I love them. I would die to wear long, maxi skirts everyday. They make me feel like a queen or princess in her own castle.

Tomorrow is my birthday. I just really don't want to grow up.

Let's read the News!

Ok, the background is not so good, but... anyway. These photos were taken last summer by my lovely cousin. Simple white tee and gorgous long pencil skirt I found it on a greek site (chipandchip's outlet by Despoina Vandi). From another decade, but it still looks elegant.

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I love people who have their own style regardless of mode, people who make their own fashion. I love diversity and authentic people.

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I'm tired of winter and cloudy weather. I want shiny days. Plz come here mr. Sun and make us happy, fill us with positive energy. I want passion, purposes and the power of desire to come upon us. 

How proud she was... to be fighting in the war... in the empty world.

As stiff as toys 
and tall as men
and swaying like the wind torn trees,
she talked about the empty world
with eyes like poison birds.

She talked about the armies
that marched inside her head
and how they made her dreams go bad.
But oh how happy she was,
how proud she was
to be fighting in the war,
in the empty world.

Summer 2015